PACEBOOK (part 2) -> My Personal INCUBUS "playlist" (sort of)

Well, it’s about 11am and I was just sitting here in my own Crowded Elevator wanting to thank you for the Warning.

I’ve always been kind of A Crow Left of the Murder, never a Miss Bliss. You’d find me Under My Umbrella with my own Version of the story. Here it is, starting about the same time as Incubus releases their first album. Is it fate (or something more)? Someone once said, “There is no such thing as coincidence.”

Ah, they said “Beware! Criminal, don’t take those Paper Shoes from him”! He just thinks you’re his personal Vampire Erotica. Then came an old friend who said he heard my Echo, but Neither Of Us Can See that I am Divided. After some time I finally said to him “Pardon Me, I don’t want to go to Mexico, but I’m getting tired of your Megalomaniac ways and I don’t want to go in those Circles.” “I will no longer Follow you.” Since I’m not one to like Blood on the Ground, I left that Leech…the look on his face was Priceless, or maybe was it mine (what took so long)? I told him “Sorry, I know that feels Familiar…you no longer need to concern yourself with my Favorite Things, but Love Hurts and I want to feel The Warmth”. When the New Skin formed, it made me feel Stellar; it was like a Summer Romance.

Then…enter marriage…and then a son. Everything changed all at once; life stood still, yet still flew by, like a hurricane. Please Calgone, take me away! I was stuck, Deep Inside my own whirlwind of emotions with no way of release. It doesn’t seem enough to be a just a good Pantomime. Where was my Magic Medicine? Why do I feel kinda like I got the Shaft in this deal, is it not what I wanted? How did I get into this Sick, Sad Little World of mine, stuck in the Quicksand again, with only that Idiot Box. Was it Agoraphobia? How did my Privilege become a chore, a bore?

Then comes tragedy...someone close to me experienced a terrible loss of life (both unborn and the perception of her very own). She thought they were like Diamonds and Coal, but were actually Oil and Water like in some Made for TV Movie. We all tried to warn her of Zedeveel, and to be careful of what you wish for. Then her world did a 180, and it’s just now starting to turn back around. Ah, yes, consequence is bigger than you or me…
All this was making me feeling a bit Punchdrunk, but then you came with your Pistola and started throwing Light Grenades; I felt like Glass. I thought, are we Azwethinkweiz? Enough! Make Yourself, or maybe just Redefine, because When It Comes, it can’t be stopped! So “Earth To Bella”, that’s enough of being Medium, WTF are you waiting for, A Certain Shade of Green? What will be the Consequence if you do, or if you don’t? You screamed to me “Hey, Look Alive and Make a Move; Are You In; can you be Hilikus?” “No, this cannot be Just a Phase, don’t Pillow Your Eyes, it’s time for you to Drive these Pendulous Threads into the fire!” I knew I must get Out From Under this, so I said “Nice To Know You” to the old me, who thought she was going Nowhere Fast, and embraced the Rogues. I will Speak Free (in my own way)! Although, I must still remember that Smokin The Herb Again is not always The Answer, especially if there is Trouble in 421.

Yes, Inspiration has filled me. Individually, no one else can make me sing like Brandon, and no one else can make my body move like Mike, Jose, Ben, or Chris, but together, I can feel my heart lift and my soul brighten, even if only for a few moments. Of course there are a few titles I left out, but come on…some situations are a little too personal to put out over the internet…besides, I’m sure with your collective democratic imagination, you can fill in the blanks.

Well, by now my Smile Lines are showing, but no need to fear, I never was, and am Still Not a Player, just a Southern Girl with someone to Dig, who thinks I am his Anna Molly. Is it Damnation? that we each still ask, “Have You Ever stepped into my shoes?” “No”, he says, “you’re Clean, because when we are apart it feels like Monuments and Melodies and I so Wish You Were Here.” Life moves on and always will, whether we consciously do anything about it or not. So, I tell him “I hope you are along for the ride!”

I guess I should stop now before I Sink Beneath the Line and then become like a Talk Show on Mute. Enough of my Admiration, it’s now time for this Aqueous Transmission to be sent and for me to find my Nebula. So, until it’s the next time to Take Me To Your Leader for my daily Vitamin, I Miss You.

puti hafsah (die hard fan)
P.S: dibuat selama berjam-jam *huft* dengan grammar nagco tingkat dewa!!